Type my Mind

A worthy story you expect,
But oodles of trivia I collect.
My mind not in place,
Wandering out in disgrace.
Pointless observations I make,
To leave you with an impression fake.
No i'm not shaky, nor am I bright,
But I have surely become a reader's fright.
Not many know that they are bad at writing,
With words n vocab they keep on fighting.
Spare the pen when struggling with writer's block,
Cause all you will give your readers is a mental shock!
With the same 'words n vocab' magic you can weave,
Only if you take a step back, see the big picture and narrate at ease.
Never mind if the last line doesn't rhyme,
It is my mind I type to kill your time.

To rise or not to rise..

Can we afford to lose a day's sunshine, a fresh breath of life, a moment of peace, a minute of joy, a beat of rhythm, a word that rhymes, a drop of blood, a ray of hope, a flame of fire?
No? Then from where does the question arise?